Old Injury

    [Uncle Xiao's cooking skills are really good, and he is very characteristic of Xiangtan. 】

    I don't know if it's because of the weather or pregnancy. I had no nosebleeds for more than ten years, but suddenly I had a nosebleed. The blood dripped onto the clothes, and the spots were like red plums. I wiped my hands and had to go to the room and change into new clothes.

    The blood clotted a little slowly. Fifteen minutes later, I took the tissue and tried it, and there was still some blood. I had to lie still on the sofa and wait for the blood to stop on its own.

      I found out I was pregnant.

    Now Song Bailao got my diary and knew about the child. At first glance, it seemed that he knew all my secrets, and the whole person was naked in front of him without any cover. But if you think about it carefully, we have never solved the misunderstanding and we have never been able to reconcile the relationship as before.

    My eyelids were a little heavy, so I closed my eyes and rested on the sofa.

    The breeze came in through the open patio door, accompanied by the scent of flowers and sunshine, and soon I fell asleep.

    At twelve o'clock in the scorching summer, the rooftop was covered in a heat wave, making people not want to step on it.

    But... I glanced at the paper bag in my hand, gritted my teeth, and finally stepped into the scorching light.

    Looking around, I didn't see the second figure, and I felt a little inexplicable loss in my heart. I found a place where there is no sun, I sat down and took out my homework, planning to wait another ten minutes.

    The hot weather makes people unable to concentrate, and as time passes, the sweat and irritability on the body increase with seconds. After one question I got stuck there, tossing between options b and c.

    The tip of the pen dropped a little on the exercise book, and before I had time to write the final answer, a vague male voice suddenly appeared from behind.

    "Choose b."

    I turned my head in fright and saw Song Bailao biting an ice cream in his mouth, bending over and staring at me...or the exercise book in my hand.

    My heart was beating chaotically, I asked him angrily, "Why don't you walk silently?"

    He looked inexplicable, straightened up and said, "Why do you have to make a sound when you walk?"

    I was speechless for a while, stared at him for a long time, and jumped several times between "reasoning" and "reasoning is a waste of time", and finally chose the latter and shut up.

    The paper bag fell on the ground. Before I could say anything, Song Bailao squatted down and opened it.

    "It's a croissant again." The weather was too hot, he held the ice cream handle, and soon the milky white solid melted, and the juice dripped down and dripped between his fingers. He glanced at it, held up the ice cream, and licked off the stickiness indifferently.

    The tongue is long and dexterous, dark red in color.

    I looked away and asked him, "Then what do you want to eat?"

    "Waffles." He answered in less than a second, obviously thinking about it for a long time.

    Waffles are not difficult to make, but it is a bit troublesome to buy special molds. Are croissants bad? Why pick and choose what others have worked so hard to do...

    "...Understood." The croissant was already stuffed into the other's mouth to force him to eat it in his mind, but he still dared to obey his unreasonable request.

    The rooftop was too hot, I couldn't stay any longer, I turned around and was about to leave when Song Bailao grabbed my wrist.

    "Wait..." He quickly let go, fumbled through his trousers pocket and took out a cell phone, "Give me your cell phone number."

    I stiffly said, "What?"

    He shook the phone at me: "Tell you in advance what you want to eat in the future."

    Well, now he not only eats free food, but also learns to order.

    I was about to laugh at him angrily, and looked at him without blinking, and he looked at me rightly, standing and squatting, just like this for dozens of seconds, I took a deep breath and finally gave in.

    "Give me the phone." I reached out to him.

    "Be good." Song Bailao looked up at me, his eyes crooked with laughter, his face full of sly cunning.

    Since then, he has unilaterally opened my SMS ordering service. Our communication is limited to the types of snacks he wants to eat tomorrow, and sometimes a sentence or two of "I'm skipping class tomorrow" or "something" is included, so that I know that I don't have to prepare his "tribute".

    After a long time, I was full of slander at the beginning, and then I actually gave birth to the Pavlov effect. I will take the initiative to send him a question mark before he texts me.

    [No news is that I can't think of what to eat, so you can prepare a muffin. 】

    Then I got this answer. From this, it can be concluded that the muffin is a safer choice, and it is also his preferred variety.

    The first time I called Song Bailao, and the last time I got through, was the day I received the so-called "love letter" from Zhu Li.

     Rubbing the elegant envelope, I heard Song Bailao's voice as if he didn't wake up, but I was dumb and didn't know how to speak.

    "Ning Yu?" A rustling sound came from the opposite side, he should have sat up from the bed, "Why did you suddenly call me?"

    "You...are you free tomorrow afternoon?" I muttered.

    "Pop", it seemed to be the sound of a lighter being lit, and after a while, he slowly exhaled.

    "Tomorrow? Should be free."

    "Can I come to school? I have something important to tell you."

    It took a while for him to say, "What's important? How important?"

    I thought about it: "It's about a lifetime... as important."

    At that time, I thought that no one could refuse Zhu Li, Song Bailao was no exception. One is the highly anticipated omega, the other is the outstanding alpha, I am the magpie of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the arrow of Cupid. As long as they complete their mission, lovers will always be married.

    I consciously shoulder other people's life, I never imagined that in the end it is indeed a life. It completely changed my life.

    In the crisp doorbell, I slowly opened my eyes, took the tissue from my nose, and found that the bleeding had stopped. Glancing at the clock on the wall, only two hours have passed.

    I opened the door, Xiao Yu appeared in front of me, and I remembered that I originally invited him to the clinic today. He had physiotherapy and I had the stitches removed.

    "If you didn't answer the call, I'll come to you directly." Xiao Yu said.

    "Sorry, I just fell asleep." I closed the door with my backhand and went downstairs with him.

    He has limited legs and feet, and is walking slowly with each step.

    "It's okay, we're neighbors anyway, so it's easy to find."

    Arrived at the clinic, the nurse said that there are other patients in the clinic, let us wait on the first floor.

    There are only two of us and an elderly man in the waiting area, and the news of the election of the parliamentarians is being broadcast on the TV hanging above. As soon as the screen turned, it turned to a familiar handsome face.

    Luo Qinghe made a speech to promote beta equality, threatening that after being elected as a member of parliament, he must work hard for the goal of equality for everyone under the abo system. The anchor seems to be his supporter, saying a lot of good things about him, praising him as an alpha who really thinks about beta.

    "Let him be a member of parliament, maybe the beta status will really increase." The old man who was waiting together folded his arms and made a comment with his teeth leaking.

    Xiao Yu glanced at each other, and then cast his eyes on the TV. At this time, the camera gave Luo Qinghe a close-up of his face, so clear that even his eyelashes could be seen clearly.

    "Yeah..."

    For some reason, I think Xiao Yu's smile is a bit complicated, even bitter. Perhaps, he didn't think that a high-ranking alpha could do anything for beta.

    The radio called me and Xiao Yu by name. Just like last time, when I entered the consultation room on the second floor, Dr. Zhao pulled the curtains for Xiao Yu to do physical therapy, and Dr. Tang removed the sutures for me.

    "Your wound is growing well, move your fingers as much as possible in the future, insist on rehabilitation, and you should be able to fully recover in one to two months." After removing the last thread, Dr. Tang put down the forceps and said .

    "Thank you." Holding the palm, it was a little stiff. It seems that the re-examination of the baker's certificate can only be put on hold.

    "Okay, put your hands aside. How did you think about the last time?" He moved the medical basin aside and stared at me with burning eyes.

    Seven days is not long or short, but it is enough for me to think clearly about what to think.

    I rubbed the gauze on my palm and said my decision: "I still want to try..."

    "Hey you..." Before I could finish, Dr. Tang sighed, as if trying to persuade me.

    I hurriedly interrupted him: "I know it is very dangerous, so once the situation you mentioned occurs, if my fertility sac can no longer bear the child to continue to grow, please help me with a caesarean section."

    Dr. Tang was startled and reminded me: "It is very difficult for children under six months to survive..."

    "I know." I looked up and smiled, "I know, so whatever the end result, I'll accept it."

    I have done the best I can, and the rest is up to God.

    After talking about the child, I went to the clinic to wait for Xiao Yu to finish.

    After half an hour, he came out from the inside, instead of greeting me directly, he sat down beside me.

    "I heard what you and Dr. Tang said just now." He said, "Do your best to obey the destiny, don't be under pressure. I also have a child, which was born through hard work. At the time he really thought he was going to die, but you don't think it's good in the end. Your luck must be as good as mine, you can last until six months, and give birth to a child without any risk. "

    In the end he thoughtfully asked me: "Would you like to tell your ex-partner about the child's situation? After all, cough, the child also has his share. He may just be afraid of your health and not want it This kid, maybe I really want it in my heart."

    Although I didn't know Xiao Yu for a long time, he gave me the same feeling that Master gave me. Warm and kind, people can't help but want to talk.

    In the past, I used to talk to Master about what was in my heart, but after Master passed away, the only person I could talk to was gone, and I never talked to anyone about what was in my heart again.

    "It's not just his problem, it's my problem now." I shook my head with a wry smile, "I used to think I was like him...we are both very similar. Our mothers are betas, our family We all had our own problems, and we seemed so out of place in the environment we belonged to. But then I found out that I was overthinking everything, and he didn’t see me as the same kind, and even stingy with his own trust.”

    I can't help but wonder if everything would have been different if he had trusted me in the first place. I know that we can't completely blame him for what happened between us. He and I are both victims of Zhu Li's tricks. I have never hated anyone in my life, but only Song Bailao, only him... Makes me feel "resentful" from time to time.

    I didn't do anything wrong, why don't you believe me? Why are you so unfeeling towards me, why do you think I am such a horrible person?

    I can't help but hate him...

    "After recognizing the facts, his pheromone has become a taboo, and when I think of him, I feel scared." The pain that came, "Although this situation has eased later, we still have many conflicts and can't calm down and talk. I started to be afraid of him again, but this time I was afraid that he would say something that would make me sad, and I was afraid that he would let me I'm disappointed. The two of us, not as long as he nods, I can happily accept that nothing happened... that kind of relationship."

    Xiao Yu took my hand and looked a little sad: "Xiaoyu..."

    I have never said these words to others, but when I say them all at once, I feel a lot more refreshed.

    I clapped his hand and said with a smile: "And his father doesn't like me either, this time his father planned the divorce agreement and sent it to me. It's really impossible."

    His expression stiffened: "His father doesn't like you?"

    "His father is more powerful. I guess he has signed it now." I said seriously, "After all, if he doesn't divorce me, he may be whipped by his father."

    After listening to my words, Xiao Yu's face became very ugly for a moment.